That voice I said I wanted to find got lost in the busyness. Eventually the busyness consumed the voice and when it emerged there was just too much to say.
So I decided to be quiet.
Reading back I see darkness, but I was happier than ever before.
Life gets more confusing the older you get. When you're younger you think you can do anything. As you get older you learn to work with what's in your hand, try make sense of the confusion and accept it. Some may call it being tired.
I call it worship.
Worship of a life that's good because it's honest, because it's questioned, because it's full of fear and confusion and clarity, because it's real.
Lucky. True. Hopeful. Terrified. Brave. Weak. Strong. Reliant. Independent. Rational. Irrational.
Beauty.
5 comments:
Clive! Yippee! What a beautiful post to come back with. I've been thinking about you lots lately, when you coming to visit? Summer is here, come xx
Heya! I do want to visit... soon... it's way overdue...
mwah!
Got ridiculously excited to see that you had posted! And such a lovely post. Please Clive, you HAVE to start posting at least semi-regularly again .... I miss you too much!
Aw, thanks Gill. I posted very quietly, without any fanfare... will try to keep doing so :)
I just commented on your last birthday post - can you tell I am catching up with my blog reading??? So.... does this mean I can put you back on my sidebar? PLEASE??? I've missed you and so nice to have you back. Caio. :) xx
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